"You killed your own student in a fit of rage, then went home and didn't spare even your husband and child. No. 14, you're seriously ill."
Jiang Chen recited her crimes.
"No! It wasn't me! I didn't do it! They all wronged me! Everyone wronged me..." No. 14 seemed to recall something terrifying and suddenly began shouting in agitation.
The pitch-black veins beneath her skin bulged little by little. Her eyes rolled wildly, and her limbs trembled violently, as though she could no longer suppress her vicious nature.
"Don't get worked up!" Jiang Chen immediately lunged forward and held her down.
"No. 14, calm down. Don't let anger eat away at your heart. Trust me, you can do it. Take deep breaths. Don't think about the things that hurt you most..."
Even as he spoke,
he raised his large hand and brought it down in one heavy slap after another.
No. 14's entire face was slapped out of shape.
Smack! Smack! Smack!...
"Hurry up and calm down! At this rate, your head will be smashed to pieces! Only you can save yourself. Do everything you can to calm down, and the slapping will stop!" Jiang Chen was still doing his utmost to talk her down.
Beside him, No. 15 had long since gone deathly pale.
To her, the scene before her was bizarre in the extreme.
Jiang Chen looked utterly serious, and the worry on his face seemed genuine, yet the force of his blows never diminished. Every slap landed with a resounding smack.
For a moment, she genuinely couldn't tell whether he wanted to save someone or kill someone.
"Aaah..."
"It hurts... it hurts so much!"
No. 14 finally revealed the horrifying appearance of her death, but bound by the reinforced restraints, it did her no good. She could